Yu Wenquan's brows immediately knitted together.
He gave a slight wave of his hand, and Eunuch Yu at once came forward, holding that torn piece of cloth as he squatted down. After carefully comparing it, he said, "Emperor, this scrap of cloth was indeed torn from his garment."
Sun Xianyue panicked as well, and hurriedly said, "Th-this robe was given to me when I entered the palace. They said that once inside, I could no longer wear my own clothes, and only gave me one change of clothes. When I received this robe, it was already damaged, but I—"
By the end, his voice grew lower and lower, probably realizing that no one would believe this even if he said it.
And Yu Wenquan's gaze grew ever colder.
He suddenly asked, "You are not originally of the Imperial Sacrificial Worship Temple. Why did you enter the palace to perform on this occasion?"
